Hearing Chen Xiangbei's question, Qin Lianjie replied with a smile, "The Capital High has been popular for so many years that it has already formed its own circle and system, and it's often the same familiar group of people racing there."
"Unless someone leads you into the circle, they generally won't race with strangers. Especially the professional drivers hidden within, they are even less likely to take action easily. This helps avoid a lot of trouble and danger."
"You know, don't you."
Hearing this explanation, Chen Xiangbei nodded. He understood what it meant.
Not long after, following the navigation, Chen Xiangbei twisted and turned until he arrived at a secluded parking lot under an overpass.
After rounding a bend, the scene before him suddenly opened up. There were dozens of various performance cars parked there, with a variety of models almost resembling a car exhibition.
